All right, some of you are probably wondering where Eleven Ninety Nine went, seeing as how it's completely disappeared from this site... long story short; I sold the rights to the original story and they asked me to remove my Kim Possible version. For more info, you can visit this page on my deviant account: http:(/)(/)recon228(.)deviantart(.)com(/)journal(/)5619628(/) - just remove the parenthesis.
In the meantime, here's a new, slightly different, Kim Possible fanfiction by recon228... hope you enjoy.
Kim Possible: The Thin Blue Line
By: recon228
To the men and women
who make up
the Thin Blue Line
Prologue
- Middleton, California -
(Present Day)
"25-Y-13 requesting assistance, we've got a possible 211 in-progress at the Bank of America… Bank of America, 1643 Main Street, we have shots fired!"
Seventeen-year-old Kim Possible let out an involuntary yelp as another spray of automatic gunfire tore through the black-and-white Middleton Police cruiser she had taken refuge behind. She bowed her head to shield her eyes from the glass, paint, and metal that showered down on her as armor-piercing rounds tore mercilessly through her already destroyed patrol car.
"All Tri-city units, officers need help Bank of America, 1643 Main Street in Middleton… repeat officers need help Bank of America, 1643 Main Street… for a 211 with shots fired!"
Across the street, Kim's childhood friend Ron Stoppable was hunkered down behind another black-and-white; he too had to cover his face as rounds from the other suspect's gun tore through his car as well.
David Brown, the officer he had been riding with at the time of the call, was a few feet behind him, fighting to claw a fresh magazine from his gun-belt while avoiding exposing himself to the wrath of the gunmen.
Though she had only caught a brief look at the shooters, Kim could tell just by their profiles that they were wearing enough body armor to stop anything the department had available at the scene… and that wasn't much.
As it stood for the moment, one officer was down, most likely dead, and the other was armed only with his department-issue .40 caliber pistol.
Though she and Ron weren't permitted to carry firearms, the blond had apparently been able to grab the patrol shotgun from his squad car, however, at the moment most of his attention seemed to be focused on Kim, rather than the gunmen.
"25-Y-13 be advised I've got witnesses at the scene reporting at least two suspects inside; they're wearing ski masks and dark clothing… possible body armor and AK-47 assault rifles!"
"Hold on KP!" Ron's worried voice drifted out of the small mic clipped to her shoulder. "Just stay down! We're gonna get you outta there... hold on! How's your shoulder feel?"
The redhead took her right arm off of the bloody wound in her left shoulder and keyed her mic.
"My shoulder? It's got a hole in it! How do you think it feels?" Kim snapped back at him. "Now stay off the damn channel and keep your head down! I'm in it no worse than the rest of you!"
She was being rather callous with him, but sometimes that was the only way to get him to lay-off and do his job… at least he had managed to grab a gun; she had nothing but a radio, handcuffs, and mace. Plus, to add injury to insult, she had managed to take a direct hit to her left shoulder within ten seconds of pulling up in front of the bank.
"Y-13, advise responding units these suspects are reported to be carrying AK-47's… we've got automatic gunfire coming from somewhere inside the bank."
Ron felt hurt by Kim's harsh words; he was just looking out for her safety… at least he had David there with him and was unhurt. Kim, on the other hand, was injured, alone, and unarmed. Ron would have been too, if he hadn't disobeyed department policy and grabbed the shotgun from the gunlock in the cruiser.
"Everybody stay down… we got rapid automatic gunfire, they're pummeling the area with fire!"
'Fine,' Ron told himself. 'Kim may not be able to do anything to protect herself, but I sure as hell can…'
He ripped open the canvas sidesaddle strapped to the gun's stock and pulled out four one-ounce steel slugs.
"Let's see if your armor can stop a couple of these." He mumbled as he emptied the 00-Buck from the Remington and replaced it with the 12 gauge anti-armor rounds.
Ron took a deep breath and racked the slide of the shotgun, chambering one of the steel slugs.
"25-Y-14 shots fired, officer down! Officer down! Multiple suspects… fully-automatic weapons… need help NOW!"
"What are you doing?" David yelled over to him from his position under cover.
"I'm gonna try to take these guys out!" Ron announced, giving the officer a determined glare. "I need you to cover me!"
"25-W-1 I'm declaring a Tac-alert, requesting SWAT code 3; we have multiple officers pinned-down by automatic gunfire… requesting an ETA for SWAT!"
David shook his head in disbelief. "Don't be an idiot Stoppable, this isn't paintball and videogames! Besides, there's no way buckshot will get through their armor!"
"I loaded it with slugs!" Ron said as he disengaged the safety and rolled onto the balls of his feet, ready to rise up and fire. "You've seen me out at the range… you know what I can do with this. Now are you gonna cover me, or am I doing it alone?"
"Copy, SWAT is being notified code 3… all officers stay down! Shots are being fired from AK-47's, there are multiple officer's down!"
"Alright," David nodded. "We go on three!"
"One…"
Ron tightened his grip on the shotgun and took a series of deep breaths to calm his shaky nerves. He had grown accustomed to the fact that in times of danger and stress, he was not exactly famous for taking action… at least appropriate action.
"All units stay down! Repeat DO NOT engage the suspects… they've got automatic weapons… there's nothing we have that can stop them!"
This time, however, was going to be different… this time he was going to show everyone just how useful he could be.
"Two…"
'Maybe I am a loser, but I won't let you get hurt Kim,' Ron thought as he brought the stock of the gun up to his shoulder. 'Joining the Cadet program was my idea in the first place and I'm not gonna let you suffer as a result. If there was ever a time for me to prove myself, this is it…'
"Three…"
'Now if only I could find the courage to ask you to the Senior Prom…'
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- Middleton, California -
(Two Years Earlier)
A surprisingly robust middle-class suburban community: Middleton, California, with its population hovering just below 30,000 people, is a town of considerable wealth and influence. Located within a day's drive of both the Pacific Ocean and the Sierra Nevada's, and host to the Middleton Space and Science Center, Middleton is considered by many to be an ideal community to live and raise a family.
The general layout of the town, which, nestled between the neighboring communities of Upperton and Lowerton makes up one-quarter of the Tri-city area, is split in half by a four-lane road (Appropriately named Main Street) which runs from the North to the South and eventually meets the highway just outside of town. Main street is also the location of most of Middleton's businesses such as Smarty Mart, The Middleton Mall, Bank of America, and a number of gas stations just to name a few.
From a bird's-eye view, the demographic zones of Middleton radiate out from the center of town in a rough 'bulls eye' formation: with the commercial/business sections in the center, the industrial/warehouse sections in the inner ring, and the school/residential sections on the outer flanks.
The Middleton Space and Science Center (Or Space Center as it is known to the locals) is located next to the Middleton Community Park in the Southwest quadrant of town: just outside of the industrial section of town. Middleton High School, an establishment worshipped by over-stressed parents and lamented by teenagers, is located on the opposite side of town well within the safe confines of the residential ring.
Approximately half a mile from Middleton High, on a relatively nondescript residential street, is 1412 Maple Street. A modest two-story home, 1412 Maple Street is unique not in its appearance (Which resembles most of the other houses in this high-end neighborhood), but in the family that lives within its walls.
If one were to describe the Possible family to a complete stranger, that stranger would most likely think he was listening to the description of a TV sitcom in development…
Dr. James Possible, the father, is the director of Advanced Rocketry at the Space Center. Dr. Ann Possible, the mother, is the head of Neurosurgery at the Middleton Medical Center. Their fifteen-year-old daughter, Kim Possible is known the world over for her role in frequently saving the world from super-villains and their ten-year-old twin sons, Jim and Tim Possible are also well known for their radical science experiments; though their infamy is mostly recognized among members of the local fire department and county HazMat.
Every member of the Possible family was known for their distinct roles in the community… even Jim and Tim, whose activities helped to keep emergency services at the ready.
What most people didn't know was that on this mildly cool October morning, the role of one of those individuals was going to be changed forever... all because of a simple United Nations resolution.
- Some of you may be a little confused about what's going on here so here's the sitch;
Synopsis: Following a global crackdown on all worldwide super-villains, Kim and Ron find themselves out of work in the hero division. Kim... of course... takes the news rather hard and, in an attempt to bring her out of her funk, Ron suggests volunteer work for the Middleton Police Department in order to "save the world, one citizen at a time". However, serving and protecting the community you live in can be much more complicated than you think...
The first part of the prologue (What you've just read) takes place about three quarters of the way into the story... but then rewinds two years to recap the events leading up to the shootout. Needless to say, many of the confusing details of the prologue will be revealed gradually as the story progresses.
The story itself is going to be all about Kim and Ron's experiences working as Police Cadets in Middleton... there will be good and bad moments for them both as they have to deal with issues from an entirely different perspective than their high school peers.